(Callum)
“f**k,” I muttered, dragging both hands down my face. What the hell had I done?
Clara Stone.
The woman who had been in my thoughts every night since last week; skin against leather, lips on mine, breathless in the back seat of my damn car.
The woman I couldn’t forget, the woman I thought of as I stroked myself in the shower this morning.
Was my student.
Of all the people in this city, of all the reckless decisions I could’ve made, I had to choose her.
That night I saw her, I felt my whole word stop but I knew I just wanted a distraction, a way of cooling my nerves as I had just come into a new city. Just a warm body to take the edge off. I wasn’t looking for a connection, all I wanted that night was a release but instead, I got more than I bargained for.
Now, she wasn’t ju
